Sunday, October 28, 2007

Tom White

What's that? You don't know Tom White? He might just be the sexiest ultimate frisbee player alive (or dead). I tried to get him in my bed this week, but he slept with Josh instead:

I may have liquored him up a little bit that first night, but it was all in good fun. Notice the cans of PBR and Rainier--ultimate players' drinks of choice. Josh didn't have as much fun in bed on Friday night as he anticipated, so he decided to "BAM! Step it up a notch!"

Our Zombie drink consisted of 1 bottle of dark rum, 1 bottle of light rum, 1 bottle of gold rum, 1 bottle of 151, a splash of pineapple juice, and three body parts (guesses?). Soon afterwards, Tom was almost under my control me.

By the end of the day, I could barely hold myself back from his chiseled Ned Flandersesque buttocks. Too bad for me, Tom White is a zombie-whore, and I think this guy got to him first:

I don't remember much else from this weekend outside of longing for Tom-Tom, but I do remember meeting some amazing ultimate players for the first time and reuniting with some old Tacoma friends. Wynne may have won the best costume contest, I can't verify the win, but is this last picture not the creepiest picture you have ever seen?